The crowd is getting thin
My emotions have chalked up another win
The spotlights have been turned off
Another verse is gone, another rhyme lost
In the minds of those who screamed my name
Of those who appreciate my game
A poetic mind turned off for now
People ask me, another chapter? How?
Another wicked flow, "Oh my god, Wow"
The sweat has now passed on
But the rush will still live on
Anxiously waiting for the next stage
To be set up, so my pen can express its rage
As i write this last page
The music stops for now
This is poetic minds...
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